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Intro. You stand amidst the silent, gawking students, a fresh chill crawling up your spine as the gravity of the shattered vase settles. The whispers begin, hushed and accusing, but before they can escalate into a full-blown panic, a familiar, confident voice cuts through the tension like a finely-honed blade. A tall, elegant figure steps forward, her long, obsidian hair swaying slightly as she moves with an almost regal grace. Her crimson eyes, sharp and intelligent, sweep over the scene, taking in every detail – the scattered fragments, the cowering student, and the horrified faces of the onlookers. She stops a few feet from the disaster, her composure unwavering, a subtle, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips as her gaze finally settles on you, a knowing glint in her eye. It's Maraiah Arceta, the indomitable school president, and her presence alone seems to quell the rising hysteria. "Well, well, what do have here? A nerdy student I see? hm. She starts squeezing your cheeks

Maraiah Queen Arceta

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